I can travel back and forth in 1986

Chapter 104 Military Letters in Twelve Volumes

That evening, Zhang Beichuan returned to his rented room, which was pitch black.

My mom and the others were exhausted after a long day and are probably asleep by now.

I had barely sat down in my room when Jiang Xia called.

"I've told my family about the goods your childhood friend wanted. Also, my dad has agreed to let him learn a trade, so he can go to Shaodong anytime."

Hearing this, Zhang Beichuan was completely relieved.

"Okay, okay, I'll call him right away."

After hanging up the phone, he paced back and forth in his room. Of what he had told Jiang Xia that afternoon, only his childhood friend was true; the others were all lies.

He had a way to persuade Chen Mo to make a trip to Shaodong, but what would be the point of Chen Mo going? Just to record a video and come back?

After thinking it over, Zhang Beichuan felt it was inappropriate and decided he should go along for insurance himself.

He immediately dialed his childhood friend Chen Mo's number and explained the situation.

"What? I rented a factory in Maohou to produce lighters? How come I didn't know?"

Chen Mo on the other end of the phone was completely bewildered, his voice full of doubt.

Zhang Beichuan had anticipated this reaction and spoke calmly.

"So, tell me, will you help your brother out or not? Of course, I won't let you come for nothing; I'll cover all your expenses."

Chen Mo was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Well, Zhang Beichuan, you're really getting into it now, even hiring people to act for you? What, thinking of switching careers and becoming a director?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say it!"

Chen Mo wanted to help, but then he remembered that he had promised his wife he would go out with her for the May Day holiday, so he was in a bit of a dilemma.

"Xiao Chuan, it's not that I don't want to help you, but if you had told me a few hours earlier, it would have been fine. But now, I just booked plane tickets with your sister-in-law for a trip, and you know her temper."

"Alright then, don't blame me for being disloyal," Zhang Beichuan said with a chuckle. "These past few years, in my sister-in-law's eyes, I've become a lecherous monster who can't live without women. I can't take that blame."

According to incomplete statistics, this only applies to the past four months of this year.

Even before he showed up, he had already been drinking heavily three times after the breakup, gone up to the second floor five times, and gone to a karaoke bar three times.

It can be said that the military records are in twelve volumes, and every volume bears the name of my father!

Chen Mo, who was on the balcony, glanced back and chuckled and scolded on the other end of the phone.

"Godfather! I was wrong! Just tell me how long it will take!"

Zhang Beichuan smiled and thought for a moment.

A day is more than enough to learn about the key points and some experience in the production technology of lighter casings.

If you still have any questions, you can contact me via WeChat.

"One day, at most one and a half days!"

"Okay, I'll tell you in a few days that my company has arranged a last-minute business trip to Shaodong. After I'm done with that, I'll go see your sister-in-law from Shaodong. If she asks you, don't let it slip to me."

"Okay, okay, I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beichuan, who had been busy all day, fell asleep soon after.

Over the next two days, Zhang Beichuan worked on bringing back eels and free-range chickens from 1986 to 2026 to run the business, while also discussing the future arrangements for the barbecue restaurant with Jiangxia.

After delivering goods to several major clients, Zhang Beichuan went to the warehouse downstairs in his rented apartment complex to restock some goods at Beichuan Seafood Store.

Using the excuse of being a little tired, he decided to go back to 1986. He estimated that two days had passed and Zhou Haifeng should be sending him news soon.

It was afternoon in 1986. Zhang Dequan, who had just finished delivering goods with the team's tractor, was thinking that he hadn't seen Lao Yao for a few days.

Just last night, a fellow villager from the team came to sell eels and started chatting with his wife, Lan Xiuying.

They said they have a relative's daughter who just turned twenty and works as a primary school teacher in town. They wanted to ask Xiao Chuan if he had any plans to get married.

Lan Xiuying did not express her opinion last night, but only said that she could try asking.

But this morning, that man brought the girl directly to his home.

So, the wife thought the girl was quite good, and she was pretty, so she asked me to ask the youngest son if he wanted to meet her.

When he arrived at the store, he learned from Baojun that the youngest son had gone out to run errands that morning and would have to wait for him.

Zhang Dequan squatted next to Zhou Quansheng's stall, a cigarette between his fingers, watching those rough but skillful hands move up and down.

"Brother, your craftsmanship is truly exceptional," Zhang Dequan exclaimed sincerely. "When I was young, I also learned bamboo weaving for a few days, but the things I wove were crooked and not presentable at all."

Zhou Quansheng smiled憨厚ly, his hands still moving.

"Practice makes perfect. My father used to say that the craft of bamboo weavers is not about making objects, but about having patience."

"7

The two chatted casually, the topic gradually shifting from weaving techniques to their respective families.

"How many kids do you have at home, brother?" Zhang Dequan asked casually.

"Seven of them, all boys." Zhou Quansheng stopped what he was doing, then turned to look at Zhang Dequan. "The eldest is probably not much older than you."

"Seven sons?"

Zhang Dequan's eyes widened, a hint of envy on his face.

"Yes, we just got the third son married. The fourth son is getting on in years, and there are also the fifth, sixth, and youngest sons who are still growing up."

"Brother Zhou is so lucky," Zhang Dequan said, his voice tinged with undisguised envy. "He has so many sons; he'll be able to enjoy his old age! Unlike me... I have three daughters."

Zhou Quansheng immediately understood when he saw the embarrassment on his face.

Although daughters are considered considerate, in this era of patriarchal preference, not having a son always makes one feel inferior.

He comforted him, "Brother Zhang, don't be so envious. My appearance is just a facade; I have seven sons, and raising them all is difficult..."

Zhang Dequan thought about it and smiled helplessly. He turned around and saw Zhang Beichuan walking out of the backyard.

When Zhang Beichuan saw the two of them chatting and laughing at the door, his heart skipped a beat.

According to the original plan, my father would have to visit the Zhang family in about six months.

Does this mean I've arranged for the two grandfathers to meet ahead of time?

"I've finally got you back." Zhang Dequan ran up to him, grinning, and pulled him aside. "Youngest son, your sister-in-law has arranged a date for you. Would you like to meet her?"

"Huh?" Zhang Beichuan, snapping out of his daze, was also taken aback. He pointed to himself and said, "You've set me up with a date?"

"I met her this morning; she's very attractive, with a great figure and beautiful looks..."

"6

Zhang Dequan quickly recounted the whole story, looking at him expectantly.

"Third Brother, maybe we should just forget about it?"

"Forget it?" Zhang Dequan frowned. "Why? You're not getting any younger, you should settle down and start a family, right? Or do you think that girl isn't good enough?"

Zhou Quansheng was quietly weaving bamboo strips on the side, but his eyes were secretly glancing this way, and his ears were perked up.

He had been setting up a stall in front of Beichuan Department Store these past few days and had a very good impression of Zhang Beichuan, who was young, rich and amiable, so he naturally showed more concern for him.

If he had a daughter, he would be willing to introduce her to Zhang Beichuan.

Zhang Beichuan scratched his head, a rare look of unease on his face.

"No...it's me...I already have someone I like."

"You have someone you like?" Zhang Dequan was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly. "Who is it? I've never heard you mention it before?"

"Actually, you've met Third Brother before."

Zhang Dequan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Oh! I know who it is! Isn't it that policewoman from the hospital last time, her name is...?"

"7

"Lu Ya," Zhang Beichuan added.

"Yes, yes, that's her." Zhang Dequan's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Good, good, good! This girl is great! Much better than any teacher in town, and she's a policewoman too! You really have good taste, youngest brother."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see his youngest son getting married.

"You silly child, you should have said so earlier! You made your sister-in-law go through all this trouble! So...so, how far have things progressed between you and Comrade Lu? When are you going to bring him back?"

Zhang Beichuan was left dizzy and disoriented by his barrage of questions.

"Third Brother, don't rush things. We...we've only just started to develop feelings for each other, we're still dating, we haven't reached that stage yet."

Zhang Dequan grinned from ear to ear and nodded repeatedly.

"Alright, young people need time to develop feelings! Such a wonderful girl, you might miss your chance, so hurry up!"

Zhang Beichuan gave an awkward laugh. "Third Brother, please go back and tell your wife for me that I thank her for her kindness and that she shouldn't bother with it."

"Okay, I'll go back and tell your sister-in-law right away!" Zhang Dequan was in a great mood. "If she knew that you liked Comrade Lu Ya, she'd be even happier than I am."

Before leaving, he turned to Zhou Quansheng and said, "Brother Zhou, I'll head back now. Let's chat again sometime!"

"Okay, Brother Zhang, be careful on the road."

"6

As Zhou Quansheng watched Zhang Dequan ride away on his bicycle, he called out to him, and then saw a middle-aged man rushing over.

Just as Zhang Beichuan opened his mouth to chat with Zhou Quansheng, Liu Jianguo suddenly appeared at the door, leaning against the door frame and panting heavily.

"Comrade Zhang... Comrade Zhang, good... good news!"

Zhang Beichuan knew that the contracting matter was settled.

"Director Liu, don't rush, let's talk inside."

"good!"